What about him?

Standing in the cold all alone
Nothing to wear
Nothing to hold
He stands in the middle of the crowd
They stare down on him
Pretending he's less than human
The pain he has suffered
No saving hand he's been offered
All the years spent trying
To reach higher

How it all started
How it will end
An immigrant full of hopes
Left in despair
The people's help he did not receive
The government's aid he did not “deserve”
After all he's an immigrant with no papers
No rights, as if he did not exist
What about the american dream?
For him, nothing but a daydream.